106 Amsterdam-p.272.]11th P.M.76,76,77,76.

AKER, Saviour of mankind,

An immortal soul, design'd

To be the house of God :
Come, and now reside in me,

Never, never to remove;
Make me just and good like thee,

And full of power and love.
2 Bid me in thine image rise,

A saint, a creature new :
True, and merciful, and wise,

And pure, and happy too ;
This thy primitive design,

That I should in thee be blest;
Should within thine arms divine

For ever, ever rest.
3 Let thy will in me be done ;

Fulfil my heart's desire,
Thee to know, and love alone,

And rise in raptures higher :
Thee, descending on a cloud,

When with ravish'd eyes I see ;
Then I shall be fill'd with God,

To all eternity! 107 Euphrates-p.274.] 12th P.M.76,76,78,76.

OD of my salvation, hear,

Simply do I now draw near,

Thy blessing to receive :
Full of guilt, alas ! I am,

But to thy wounds for refuge flee;
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me.

2 Standing now as newly slain,

To thee I lift mine eye! Balm of all my grief and pain,

Thy grace is always nigh. Now, as yesterday, the same

Thou art, and wilt for ever be ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me. 3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,

Nor can thy grace procure ; Empty send me not away,

For I, thou know'st, am poor : Dust and ashes is my name,

My all is sin and misery ; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me. 4 No good word, or work, or thought,

Bring I to gain thy grace ; Pardon I accept unbought,

Thy proffer I embrace : Coming as at first I came,

To take, and not bestow on thee; Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me. 5 Saviour, from thy wounded side

I never will depart; Here will I my spirit hide,

When I am pure in heart : Till my place above I claim,

This only shall be all my plea, Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy blood was shed for me. 108

New-Haven-p. 21.] C. M. G

Supremely great and good,

If I have mercy found with thee

Through the atoning blood; The guard of all thy mercies give,

And to my pardon join
A fear lest I should ever grieve

Thy gracious Spirit divine.
2 If mercy is indeed with thee,

May I obedient prove,
Nor e'er abuse my liberty,

Or sin against thy love:
This choicest fruit of faith bestow

On a poor sojourner;
And let me pass my days below

In humbleness and fear. 3 Still may I walk as in thy sight,

My strict Observer see;
And thou, by rev'rent love, unite

My childlike heart to thee :
Still let me, till my days are past,

At Jesus' feet abide :
So shall he lift me up at last,

And seat me by his side. 109 Shirland-p. 135.] S. M.

Y God, my life, my love,

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I cannot live if thou remove,

For thou art all in all. 2 Thy shining grace can cheer

This dungeon where I dwell: 'Tis paradise when thou art here,

If thou depart ’tis hell. 3 The smilings of thy face,

How amiable they are ! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,

And nowhere else but there.

4 To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss ;
They sit around thy gracious throne,

And dwell where Jesus is. 5 Not all the harps above

Can make a heavenly place, If God his residence remove,

Or but conceal his face.
6 Nor earth, nor all the sky,

Can one delight afford,
No, not one drop of real joy,

Without thy presence, Lord. 7 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll;
The circle where my passions move,

And centre of my soul. 8 To thee my spirits fly

With infinite desire :
And yet how far from thee I lie !

0 Jesus, raise me higher !
110 Hamilton—p. 80.] L. M.

THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God,

To wash me in thy cleansing blood; To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be For ever closed to all but thee; Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love for ever there. 3 How blest are they who still abide Close shelter'd in thy bleeding side; Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live..

4 What are our works but sin and death, Till thou thy quick’ning Spirit breathe ? Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move ; O wondrous grace! O boundless love! 5 How can it be, thou heavenly King, That thou shouldst us to glory bring? Make slaves the partners of thy throne, Deck'd with a never-fading crown? 6 Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o’erflow, Our words are lost, nor will we know, Nor will we think, of aught beside, “My Lord, my Love is crucified.” 7 Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought, To know the wonders thou hast wrought; Unloose our stamm’ring tongues, to tell Thy love immense, unsearchable ! 8 First-born of many brethren thou, To thee, lo, all our souls we bow : To thee our hearts and hands we give ; Thine may we die, thine may we live. 111 St. Jago-p. 50.] C. M. JE ESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord,

Thy blessing we implore ; Open the door to preach thy word,

The great, effectual door. 2 Gather the outcasts in, and save

From sin and Satan's power; And let them now acceptance have,

And know their gracious hour. 3 Lover of souls! thou know'st to prize

What thou hast bought so dear : Come, then, and in thy people's eyes,

With all thy wounds appear !

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